"Cen Wei, have you ever seen the color of the sun?"
"Gu Yushi, can you fit me into your manuscript paper?"
Cen Wei is a touch of flaming red, positive and full of life. He is light, a candle falling in the abyss, bright all night long.
Gu Yushi's life was a piece of plain white paper, and every person he met left a carbon-colored stroke on it.
But he seemed to have accidentally knocked over the paint jar of the sun, and his life would never be the same again.
But what to do? In those moments of separation, every minute and every second, he went crazy trying to tie this color to his life.
"Cen Wei, how do you want me to go back?"
"Gu Yushi, don't look like a joke to us."
Intention: It doesn't matter, the sun's rays are infinite and invisible, as long as they are enough to fill your future.